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Even on their knees and hands, let him slip down, Poet.
Admirable: How this grace Not one accompanying his declining foot. Speaks his own standing! what a mental power Pain. 'Tis common : This eye shoots forth ! how big imagination A thousand moral paintings I can show, Mores in this lip! to the dumbness of the gesture That shall demonstrate these quick blows of fortune One might interpret.
More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well, Pain. It is a pretty mocking of the life.
To show lord Timon, that mean eyes have seen Ilere is a touch ; Is't good ?
The foot above the head. Poet.
I'll say of it, It tutors nature : artificial strife
Trumpets sound. Enter Timon, allended; the Ser. Lives in these touches, livelier than life.
vant of VENTIDIUS talking with him. Tim.
Imprison'd is he, say you ? Enter certain Senators, and pass over.
Ven. Serv. Ay, my good lord : five talents is his Pain. How this lord's follow'd !
debt; Pxt. The senators of Athens : – Happy men! His means most short, his creditors most strait : Pain. Look, more!
Your honourable letter he desires Pect. You see this confluence, this great flood of To those have shut him up; which failing to him, visitors.
Periods his comfort. I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man,
Noble Ventidius! Well; V hom this beneath world doth embrace and hug I am not of that feather, to shake off With amplest entertainment: My free drift My friend when he must need me. I do know llalts not particularly, but moves itself
him In a wide sea of wax : no levell’d malice
A gentleman, that well deserves a help, Infects one comma in the course I hold;
Which he shall have: I'll pay the debt, and free him. But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
Ven. Serv. Your lordship ever binds him. Leaving no tract behind.
Tim. Commend me to him : I will send his ranPain. How shall I understand you?
some ; Poet.
I'll unbolt to you. And, being enfranchis’d, bid him come to me : You see how all conditions, how all minds, 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, (As well of glib and slippery creatures, as
But to support him after. — Fare you well. Of grave and austere quality,) tender down
Ven. Serv. All happiness to your honour! [Erit. Their services to lord Timon: his large fortune, l'pon his good and gracious nature hanging,
Enter an old Athenian. Subdues and properties to his love and tendanc Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd flatterer Tim.
Freely, good father. To Apemantus, that few thingsloves better
ou. Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Than to abhor himself : even he drops down
Tim. I have so: What of him? The knee before him, and returns in peace
Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before Most rich in Timon's nod.
I saw them speak together. I Tim. Attends he here, or no ? - Lucilius ! Purt. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant
Enter LUCILIUS. hill, Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: The base o' the Luc. Here, at your lordship's service.
Old Ath. This fellow here, lord Timon, this thy Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
creature, That labour on the bosom of this sphere
By night frequents my house. I am a man To propagate their states : amongst them all, That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift; Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd, And my estate deserves an heir more rais'd, One do I personate of lord Timon's frame, Than one which holds a trencher. Thorn Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to her ; Tim.
Well; what further ? Whose present grace to present slaves and servants Old Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else, Translates his rivals.
On whom I may confer what I have got :
Attempts her love : I pr’ythee, noble lord,
Myself have spoke in vain.
The man is honest. All those which were his fellows but of late,
Old Ath. Therefore he will be, Timon :
Does she love him? fake sacred even his stirrop, and through him
Old Ath. She is
apt: Drink the free air.
Our own precedent passions do instruct us Pain.
Ay, marry, what of these ? What levity's in youth. Peet. When Fortune, in her shift and change of T'im. [To Lucilius.] Love you the maid? mood,
Luc. Āy, my good lord, and she accepts of it. Spurns down her late belor'd, all his dependants, Old Ath. If in her marriage my consent be missing, Mich Labour'd after him to the mountain's top, I call the gods to witness, I will choose
Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world, Tim. Whither art going ?
Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian s brains. Tim.
How shall she be endow'd, Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for. If she be mated with an equal husband ?
Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law. Old Ath. Three talents, on the present; in future, Tim. How likest thou this picture, Apemantus? all.
Apen. The best, for the innocence. T'im. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long; Tim. Wrought he not well, that painted it? To build his fortune I will strain a little,
Apem. He wrought better, that made the painter; For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter : and yet he's but a filthy piece of work. What you bestow, in him I'll counterpoise,
Pain. You are a dog. And make him weigh with her.
Apem. Thy mother's of my generation; What's Old Ath.
Most noble lord, she, if I be a dog ? Pawn me to this your honour, she is his.
Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ? Tim. My hand to thee; mine honour on my Apem. No; I eat not lords. promise.
Tim. An thou should'st, thou'dst anger ladies. Luc. Humbly I thank your lordship: Never may Apem. O, they cat lords ; so they come by great That state or fortune fall into my keeping,
bellies. Which is not ow'd to you !
Tim. That's a lascivious apprehension. (Exeunt LUCILIUS and old Athenian. Apen. So thou apprehend'st it: Take it for thy Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your labour. lordship !
Tim. How dost thou like this jewel, Apemantus ? Tim. I thank you ; you shall hear from me anon: Apem. Not so well as plain-dealing, which will Go not away. What have you there, my friend ? not cost a man a doit.
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech Tim. What dost thou think 'tis worth? Your lordship to accept.
Apem. Not worth my thinking. - How now, Tim.
Painting is welcome.
Poet. How now, philosopher ?
Poet. Art not one?
Apem. Art not a poet ?
The gods preserve you ! Poet. Yes. Tim. Well fare you, gentlemen : Give me your Apem. Then thou liest : look in thy last work, hand :
where thou hast feign'd him a worthy fellow. We must needs dine togetker. Sir, your jewel Poet. That's not feign'd, he is so. Hath suffer'd under praise.
Apen. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay Jew.
What, my lord ? dispraise ? thee for thy labour : He, that loves to be flattered, Tim. A meer satiety of commendations. is worthy o'the flatterer. Heavens, that I were a If I should pay you for't as 'tis extollid,
lord ! It would unclew me quite.
Tim. What would'st do then, Apemantus ? Jew.
My lord, 'tis rated
Tim. What, thyself?
Tim. Wherefore ?
Apem. That I had no angry wit to be a lord. Mer. No, mny good lord; he speaks the common Art not thou a merchant ? tongue,
Mer. Ay, Apemantus. Which all men speak with him.
Apen. Traffick confound thee, if the gods wil Tim. Look, who comes here. Will you be chid not ! Enter APEMANTUS.
Mer. If traffick do it, the gods do it.
Apem. Traffick's thy god, and thy god confound Jew. We will bear with your lordship.
He'll spare none.
Trumpets sound. Enter a Servant.
'Tis Alcibiades, and honest.
Some twenty horse, all of companionship. Tim. Why dost thou call them knaves ? thou Tim. Pray entertain them; give them guide ? know'st them not.
[Ereunt some Attendants Apem. Are they not Athenians ?
You must needs dine with me:- Go got you Tim. Yes.
hence, Apem. Then I repent not.
Till I have thank'd you ; and, when dinner's deer Jew. You know me, Apemantus.
Show me this piece. I am joyful of your sigbox Apem. Thou knowest, I do; I callid thee by thy
Enter Alcibiades, with his company. T'im. Thou art proud, Apemantus.
Most welcome, sir !
(Thry sad Apen. Of nothing so much, as that I am not like Apem.
So, so; there! Timon.
Aches contract and starve your supple joints!
That there should be small love 'mongst these sweet Ven. A noble spirit. knaves,
[They all stand ceremoniously looking on And all this court'sy! The strain of man's bred out
Tinox. Into baboon and monkey.
Nay, my lords, ceremony Alció. Sir, you have sav'd my longing, and I feed Was but devis'd at first, to set a gloss Most hungrily on your sight.
On faint deeds, hollow welcomes, T'im
Right welcome, sir ; Recanting goodness, sorry ere 'tis shown ; Ere we depart, we'll share a bounteous time But where there is true friendship, there need none. In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in. Pray, sit; more welcome are ye to my fortunes, [Exeunt all but APEMANTUS. Than my fortunes to me.
[ They sil. 1 Lord. My lord, we always have confess'd it. Enter Two Lords.
Apem. Ho, ho, confess'd it ? hang'd it, have you
not? 1 Lord. What time a day is't, Apemantus ? Apem. Time to be honest.
Tim. O, Apemantus ! - you are welcome. 1 Lord. That time serves still.
You shall not make me welcome : Apem. The most accursed thou, that still omit'st it. 2 Lord. Thou art going to lord Timon's feast.
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors. Apem. Ay; to see meat fill knaves, and wine
Tim. Fye, thou art a churl; you have got a heat fools.
Does not become a man, 'tis much to blame :
But yond' man's ever angry:
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it, indeed.
Apem. Let me stay at thine own peril, Timon ; make thy requests to thy friend.
Tim. I take no heed of thee; thou art an Athe2 Lord. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll spurn thee hence.
nian ; therefore welcome : I myself would have no Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels of the ass.
power : pr’ythee, let my meat make thee silent. [Erit.
Apem. I scorn thy meat ; 'twould choke me, for
I should 1 Lord. He's opposite to humanity. Come, shall
Ne'er flatter thee. — you gods! what a number we in, And taste lord Timon's bounty ? he ciutgoes
Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not ! The very heart of kindness.
It grieves me to see so many dip their meat 2 Lord. He pours it out; Plutus, the god of gold, In one man's blood ; and all the madness is, Is but bis steward: no meed, but he repays
He cheers them up too.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men : Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him, But breeds the giver a return exceeding
Methinks, they should invite them without knives; All use of quittance.
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives. The noblest mind he carries, There's much example for’t; the fellow, that That ever govern'd man.
Sits next him now, parts bread with him, and pledges 2 Lord. Long may he live in fortunes! Shall The breath of him in a divided draught,
Is the readiest man to kill him : it has been prov'd. we in ?
If I i Lord. I'll keep you company. (Exeunt.
Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals ;
Lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous The same. A Room of State in
notes : Timon's House.
Great men should drink with harness on their Hautboys playing loud musick. A great banquet
throats. served in; FLAVIUS and others attending; then
Tim. My lord, in heart; and let the health go enter Timox, ALCIBIADES, Lucius, LUCULLUS. SEMPRONIUS, and other Athenian Senators, with
2 Lord. Let it flow this way, my good lord. VEXTIDIUS, and Attendants. Then comes, drop
Flow this way!
A brave fellow !. ping after all, APEMANTUS, discontentedly.
- he keep his tides well. Timon,
Those healths will make thee, and thy state, look ill. Ven. Most honour'd Timon, 't hath pleas'd the Here's that, which is too weak to be a sinner, gods remember
Honest water, which ne'er left man i'the mire: My father's age, and call him to long peace. This, and my food, are equals; there's no odds. He is gone happy, and has left me rich :
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound To your free heart. I do return those talents,
A PEMANTUS's Grace. Doubled, with thanks, and service, from whose help
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
I pray for no man, but myself:
Grant I may never prove so fond,
To trust man on his oath or bond; I gave it freely ever; and there's none
Or a harlot, for her weeping; Can truly say, he gives, if he receives :
Or a dog, that seems a sleeping ; lf our betters play at that game, we must not dare
Or a keeper with my freedom ; To imitate them; Faults that are rich, are fair.
Or my friends, if I should need 'em.
I deriv'd liberty.
Amen. So fal to't:
1 Lord. You see, my lord, how ample you ne Rich men sin, and I eat root.
(Eats and drinks. Musick. Re-enter Cupid, with a masque of Ladies Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus ! as Amazons, with lutes in their hands, dancing, Tim. Captain Alcibiades, your heart's in the and playing.
field now. Alcib. My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
Apem. Hey day, what a sweep of vanity comes Tim. You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies, They dance! they are mad women.
this way! than a dinner of friends. Alcib. So they were bleeding.new, my lord, As this pomp shows to a little oil, and root.
Like madness is the glory of this life, there's no meat like them; I could wish my best
We make ourselves fools, to disport ourselves; friend at such a feast. Apem. 'Would all those flatterers were thine
And spend our flatteries, to drink those men, enemies then ; that then thou might'st kill 'em, and Upon whose age we void it up again, bid me to 'em.
With poisonous spite, and envy. Who lives, that's
not 1 Lord. Might we but have that happiness, my Depraved, or depraves ? who dies, that bears lord, that you would once use our hearts, whereby Not one spurn to their graves of their friends' gift? we might express some part of our zeals, we should I should fear, those, that dance before me now, think ourselves for ever perfect.
Would one day stamp upon me: It has been done : Tim. O, no doubt, my good friends, but the
Men shut their doors against a setting sun. gods themselves have provided
that I shall have much help from you : How had you been my friends else?
The Lords rise from table, with much adoring copia why have you that charitable title from thousands,
Timon; and, to show their loves, each singles out did you not chiefly belong to my heart? I have told
an Amazon, and all dance, men trik women, more of you to myself, than you can with modesty
lofty; strain or two to the hautboys, and cease. speak in your own behalf; and thus far I confirm
Tim. You have done our pleasures much grace, you. O, you gods, think I, what need we have any friends, if we should never have need of them ?
fair ladies, they were the most needless creatures living, should Set a fair fashion on our entertainment, we ne'er have use for them : and would most resem
Which was not half so beautiful and kind; ble sweet instruments hung up in cases, that keep You have added worth unto't, and lively lustre, their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often
And entertain'd me with mine own device; wished myself poorer, that I might come nearer to
I am to thank you for it. you. We are born to do benefits : and what better 1 Lady. My lord, you take us even at the best. or properer can we call our own than the riches Apem. 'Faith, for the worst is filthy; and would of our friends? O, what a precious comfort 'tis, to
not hold taking, I doubt me. have so many like brothers, commanding one an
Tim. Ladies, there is an idle banquet other's fortunes! O joy, e'en made away ere it can
Attends you : Please you to dispose yourselves. be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, me
AU Lad. Most thankfully, my lord. thinks; to forget their faults, I drink to you.
[Exeunt Cupid, and Ladies. Apem. Thou weepest to make them drink,
Flav. My lord. 2 Lord. Joy had the like conception in our eyes,
The little casket bring me hitbet. And, at that instant, like a babe sprung up.
Flav. Yes, my lord. — More jewels yet! Apem. Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a
There is no crossing him in his humour; (eds. bastard.
Else I should tell him, - Well, -i'faith, I should, 3 Lord. I promise you my lord, you mov'd me
When all's spent, he'd be cross'd then, an he could. much.
'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind ; Apem. Much!
That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. Tim. What means that trump? How now?
[Erit, and returns with the casin.
1 Lord. Where be our men ? Enter a Servant.
Serv. Here, my lord, in readiness. Serv. Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies
2 Lord. Our horses. most desirous of admittance.
O my friends, I have one word Tim. Ladies? What are their wills?
To say to you; - Look you, my good lord, I Serv. There comes with them a forerunner, my Entreat you, honour me so much, as to lord, which bears that office, to signify their plea- Advance this jewel ;
Accept, and wear it, kind my lord. Tim. I
i Lord. I am so far already in your gifts, –
Au. So are we all.
Enter a Servant.
I beseech your book, Tim. They are welcome all; let them have kind Vouchsafe me a word; it does comeurn you near admittance.
Tim. Near; why then another time I'll be Musick, make their welcome. [Exit Cupid.
Am I to you.
I pr'thee, let us be provided
Can justly praise, but what he does affect : To show them entertainment.
I weigh my friend's affection with mine own; Flat.
I scarce know how. I'll tell you true. I'll call on you.
None so welcome.
Tim. I take all and your several visitations 2 Serv. May it please your honour, the lord So kind to heart, 'tis not enough to give; Lucius,
Methinks, I could deal kingdoms to my friends, Out of his free love, hath presented to you
And ne'er be weary. - Alcibiades, Four milk-white horses, trapp'd in silver.
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich, Tim. I shall accept them fairly : let the prroents It comes in charity to thee : for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the lands thou hast Enter a third Servant.
Lie in a pitch'd field. Be worthily entertain'd. - How now, what news?
Ay, defiled land, my lord. 3 Serv. Please you, my lord, that honourable 1 Lord. We are so virtuously bound, gentleman, lord Lucullus, entreats your company
And so lo-morrow to hunt with him; and has sent your honour two'brace of greyhounds.
2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd Tim. I'll hunt with him ; and let them be receiv'd, Tim. All to you. — Lights, more lights. Not without fair reward.
The best of happiness, Fler. Aside.)
What will this come to ? Honour, and fortunes, keep with you, lord Timon ! He commands us to provide, and give great gifts, T'im. Ready for his friends. And all out of an empty coffer.
(Exeunt Alcibiades, Lords, fc. Nor will he know his purse ; or yield me this, Apem.
What a coil's here! To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Serving of becks, and jutting out of bums ! Being of no power to make his wishes good; I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums His promises fly so beyond his state,
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of dregs : That what he speaks is all in debt, he owes Methinks, false hearts should never have sound legs. For every word; he is so kind, that he now Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on court'sies. Pays interest for't ; his lands put to their books. Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, Well
, 'would I were gently put out of office, I'd be good to thee. Before I were forc'd out!
No, I'll nothing: for Happier is he that has no friend to feed,
If I should be brib'd too, there would be none left Then such as do even enemies exceed.
To rail upon thee; and then thou would'st sin the I bleed inwardly for my lord.
What need these feasts, pomps, and vain glories ? ? Lord. With more than common thanks I will Tim.
Nay, receive it.
An you begin to rail on society once, 3 Lord. O, he is the very soul of bounty ! I am sworn, not to give regard to you. Tim. And now I remember me, my lord, you gave Farewell ; and come with better musick. [Erit. Gool words the other day of a bay courser
Apem. I rode on: it is yours, because you lik'd it! Thou'lt not hear me now, - thou shalt not then, I'll 2 Lord. I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in
Thy heaven from thee. O, that men's ears should be Tim. You may take my word, my lord; I know, To counsel deaf, but not to flattery ! (Erit.
SCENE 1.- The same.
A Room in a Senator's
Still in motion
gold, steal but a beggar's dog, Anul give it Timon, why, the dog coins gold : ( I would sell my horse, and buy twenty more Better than he, why, give my horse to Timon, Isk nothing, give it him, it foals me, straight, ind able horses : No porter at his gate; but rather one that smiles, and still invites Ill that pass by. It cannot hold; no reason
Can found his state in safety. Caphis, ho !